Water Birth


We come from flood people,
my grandmother’s veins
swelled like the one she lived beside.
Boy, you come home God willing
if the creek the rise.

I was watered in the pot
of a flood woman’s daughter,
she let the weeds
grow beside me until I almost choked,
then cut them away and told me to bloom.
Don’t let no one take any soil out your pot,
if they want to put some in
make sure it’s good dirt,
the kind that can grow
big red tomatoes, 
big yellow squash, sweet okra. 
When I’m gone come to the river
and talk to me, I’ll be sanding
rocks smooth, follow me
all the way down
and come say hey
to your grandmother.